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A
White American businessman’s submissive Asian wife is methodically
transformed into a pet dog by her step son, with the full knowledge
and consent of the dominant boy’s dad.

She
is trained, subjugated, and dehumanized by her sadistic master.
Subsequently he takes full and legal ownership of her on her
husband’s untimely death. This is her true story.

Chapter
1

My
White stepson takes ownership of me

“Come
on, dad. You know as well as I do that your Asian wife is only cock
meat to you. You still love mum. Your new wife from China is just a
piece of yellow cunt. You enjoy showing her off in public to impress
your business clients. You know your clients love seeing her on your
arm, you know they enjoy ogling her big juicy tits and flirting with
her.”

“Dad,
I’m sixteen and I need a fuck badly and all I’m saying is I want
to dip my cock into your sexy asian wife as my first fuck. I want my
asian step-mom to be my first piece of cunt. None of the girls at
school are ready to fuck. They are all stuck up white girls, but
your wife is different. She worships your white cock. I have a
white cock too, so I figured, I could ride your wife to clock-up my
first cunt. Well it’s an asian but it still counts, right? Go ahead
Dad, it is really quite harmless what I’m suggesting to you. She’s
just a yellow cum dump. She’s not even human like a white woman.
She is a yellow slave and you know it. From Hong Kong or somewhere,
wherever you found her. And I know she is hot for me. I have seen
the way she looks at me, at my bulging crotch. She will suck and
fuck any white guy. I know this but I just need you to agree. Come
on, Dad. I know she is only an ornament for you, a piece of fruit, a
cheap made-in-China fucktoy. I know you don’t love her and I know
you don’t even ride her regularly anymore.

“Dad,
you know what it was like at my age. My balls are bursting. I need
a cow, a cum dump. Let me use your sexy gook wife. Be a pal, let me
ride her, let me ream the slut’s slanted cunt, mouth and ass.”

Jack’s
father smiled and looked at his son. He was very proud of his son,
and really pleased that Jack was so open and honest in articulating
his needs. Dan realized that Jack was a young man who knows how to
get what he wants in life. He realized this because his son is a
pure white son from a white mother. Dan was delighted at this, as
proud and pleased as a father could possibly be. His son, Jack, was
very like his first wife, a white woman, who have given birth to a
real man, unlike those pathetic yellow women who gave births to wimp
half asian mongrel sons. Dan’s first wife had been highly
assertive, and strong-minded, qualities which Dan himself enjoyed and
needed in a woman. His new wife, an asian woman, was indeed only a
piece of fruit for Dan. Yes his son was absolutely right about
Chink, his sexy young Asian wife.

Dan
had started dating Chink four years ago and married her very quickly
after his wife died. Chink was still young, her 28th birthday was
coming this October.

“Jack,
Chink is my wife, but you are right. She is only a plaything to me,
a cum dump as you call it. I still love your mother, a white woman
of pure European stock, bless her soul. But like any man, I need a
cum dump in my life, and that is what this yellow cunt is, a sexy,
voluptuous yellow cum dump. And I certainly understand your needs,
son. You need to fuck an asian female, just like every white man.
You need it badly, but you also have to realize she’s just a gook,
she is not good for passing down your white genes, she is only to be
used as a cum dump, nothing more. So yes, Jack, go ahead. Go ahead,
son, use her. Ride her as much as you want. But don’t tell her I
gave you permission. Fuck the gook cow, but don’t let it know I
allowed you. OK?”

“Thanks,
Dad. You are a pal, a real buddy. Thanks. I’ll start riding the
chink tomorrow when you leave for your business trip.”

“OK,
son, do that. I am proud of your determination and clarity of
purpose. Enjoy!”

This
was a conversation which I had overheard two years ago. Jack, Dan’s
son, my stepson, was still only in his teens. I had been standing at
the top of the stairs, in the hallway in our home, ready to go down
and join them, when I overheard them talking about me. Then I crept
closer and listened intently. I was shocked and amazed at the
content of their conversation. Hearing that conversation immediately
changed my relationship to both of them in an instant. On hearing
them talking, a switch immediately took place in me and I actually
became Jack’s plaything, his toy, his piece of chink cunt, as he
liked to say. And I in the same instant I stopped being his father’s
wife, partner. I was reduced to a chink whore!

I
should have been appalled, angry, disgusted at the way two white men
were talking about me, about Jack being allowed to, even being warmly
invited to use me as his cum dump by his father. I should have been
disgusted, even furious, but the reality was that I was deeply
excited by their chat, excited to my core. I was totally turned on
by the idea, by the way they talked about me as if I was a piece of
meat, cock meat, as Jack had said. And yes, I had always found Jack
attractive. I had only met him a year earlier, just a few months
before his father Dan had asked me to marry him. Jack was completely
different to his father. This white American teenager was very
assertive, arrogant, and proudly dominant. And yes, I have always
found him much more exciting than his father, who is gentle and not
very demanding in bed. Jack has—ever since we first met—groped
me very often, in fact at every opportunity, ignoring my complaints
and attempts to push him away.

He
has on hundreds of occasions felt my big tits and made really crude
remarks to me. He has called me “Chink”, “Gook Cow”, “Cheap
Slut”, “Asian Cum Dump”, and many other degrading things, so
much so that he had nicknamed me “Chink”, which he casually used
among his friends, with his father and even while talking to me.
Occasionally I had complained to Dan about Jack’s attitude and
behavior towards me, his asian stepmom. Dan has always told me not
to bother him and that his son is just a normal healthy white man,
growing up, and that he needs to be able to freely express himself,
and that even includes feeling me up and abusing me from time to
time. And this was my dilemma. I was in turmoil since I had met
Jack. In fact I knew that I actually enjoyed Jack’s way of
treating me. I got turned on incredibly by his manner with me. I
realized that I really came alive, was happy and vibrant each time
Jack visited his father at the weekend. The honest reality was that
I actually craved Jack’s touch. I craved and adored of being
humiliated by him.

I
hardly slept a wink that night. After hearing their conversation,
that Jack was going to fuck me the next day, knowing that Jack was
intending to seduce me, or better said, dump his superior white cum
in me, ride me—I was to be “reamed, used as an asian cumdump”,
the following day by my husband’s teenage son—I had not been
getting enough sex at all from my husband Dan; Dan was approaching 60
and much more interested in his business than in me; in fact, Jack
was right about his father; I knew Dan did not love me, which made me
very sad, as my love for him was taken for granted by him … And
yes, he liked to show me off to his clients. Like a piece of
furniture, or a piece of yellow cunt, to use the language which Jack
frequently used to describe me. I realized that both father and son
must knew that I actually get very turned on when white men treat me
like a cheap asian whore. It makes me so wet to be handled, talked
to, and dealt with as if I am a piece of property, an object, owned
by my white owners. I really adore being treated just as a piece of
cheap asian meat. I have never actually told my husband this. But I
am sure that he had noticed how excited I very often got when he took
me to social events and deliberately put me into embarrassing
situations where I had to stand beside him and listen to blatantly
sexist and racist comments about me, as if I was some kind of cow. I
remember on one occasion I got incredibly flushed and embarrassed at
what one of Dan’s older business partners had said right to my face
at a party: “I bet your asian cow loves having those juicy udders
slapped hard, Dan. Let me have a go at her.” To my amazement Dan
just laughed at this as I got deep red in the face, my head swimming
after hearing this. All I could do was standing there awkwardly,
blushing heavily, at a loss for words. And Dan simply answered in a
white-man-to-white-man manner: “Yes indeed, those chink udders do
get a good thrashing from time to time.” My vagina actually went
into heavy spasms as Dan said this. I was speechless, dumbstruck,
confused, embarrassed, and incredibly turned-on. And, to be honest,
I actually wished that Dan would really thrash my “chink udders”
more often. He had only ever done that two or three times since we
had met, which was a great pity.

I
knew I would offer no resistance to Jack fucking me.
I had in the past very often been very unhappy with myself, torn
between the strong need and wish to be dominated, controlled, and
even abused and on the other hand scolding myself for being such a
dirty woman for having these thoughts, wishes, cravings. But
amazingly, as a result of hearing that conversation, between Jack and
his father, about Jack’s needing to use me sexually, all my thoughts
about this being right or wrong completely disappeared. Dan, Jack’s
father and the man who until now had been the absolute male authority
figure in my life, had approved of me becoming Jack’s slut. That
made Jack’s behavior suddenly OK, acceptable, even right and
appropriate in my mind. I knew my reaction was naïve. But still,
my struggle with my conscience, my upbringing, my education and
social values stopped. It was suddenly completely OK for me to be a
cow, a lowly gook cow for Jack’s superior White Cock. Even more than
that, it was expected by my white husband and his pure white son. My
husband had given his permission, as I saw it. I felt a tremendous
sense of relief at this. And a surge of raw excitement pulsed
through my body in the recognition, knowing that Jack was about to
take full advantage of me, as a submissive Asian female. I almost
fainted at the thought. I felt dizzy, and extremely happy. My cunt
spasmed and I orgasmed, without even touching myself. During the
orgasm I had highly erotic visions of how Jack would make me live out
my perverse, masochistic needs.

Jack
and I first met when he was only thirteen. Dan’s wife was still
alive then and I was his personal assistant at his company. Dan had
invited me to a garden party at his home. Even then at such a tender
age, Jack had squeezed my tits and slipped his hand up my skirt,
feeling my pussy and pinching my cunt lips hard. For a boy of
fifteen, he was very pushy. I knew Dan had no objection to Jack
groping me, in fact I later discovered that Dan actively encouraged
his son to feel me up. This explained Jack’s manner with me to a
degree. And as Jack developed as a teenager, so did his outrageous
treatment of me. When I became Dan’s second wife after his first
wife’s death, things got much more intense. On many occasions,
Jack had caused me to be highly embarrassed, extremely humiliated by
his behavior. The strange thing was that I always secretly adored
his way of treating me. I was always delighted when Jack was able to
visit us, to get away for his boarding school, knowing full well that
he would find ways of compromising me, embarrassing me and expertly
humiliating me in front of everyone. Dan even told me a few times,
right in the middle of situations where Jack was squeezing my big
tits, or even fingering my cunt, that I should learn to accept his
son’s advances. Dan always repeated: “Don’t resist now, be
compliant and docile towards my son. He is a white man just like me,
and as a chink, you should obey him. Be a good chinko girl. Jack
is a white boy. Let the white boy have his fun with you. It’s a
White Man’s right to use you. He simply needs full access to you.
It is simply part of his growing up, to have access to a female of
your kind. And I know you enjoy it. So be docile, girl. Learn your
place in the world. You are a chink. You ought to be honored to be
touched up by my son.” This was the kind of thing Dan had been
saying to me since I had met his son, Jack. But I never dreamed
where all of this would finally lead to.

I
got up on Sunday very early. My husband Dan was still fast asleep.
He had fucked me the evening before, but it was a typical quickie,
Dan then fell asleep minutes after he had emptied his balls into my
eager slit. I was in so much need to talk to my husband about Jack
and his intentions with me. I was willing to admit fully and to
reveal that I was happy to become his son’s cum dump. I wanted to
confess this to Dan, to simply admit it openly and honestly to him.

At
8:30 in the morning I had a long and soothing shower, my pussy
tingling and my tits absolutely aching in anticipation of Jack,
knowing he was going to, so to speak, seduce me today. I was ready
to be his asian cum dump. More than that, I was desperate for it. I
even fantasized about both of them fucking me at the same time.

I
took a long time to decide what to wear. I chose a low cut white
T-shirt and tight fitting sport shorts. I knew the T-shirt made it
easy to see through my nipples. I knew that the blue sports shorts
were so skin-tight that my cunt lips could be easily seen through
them, camel-toe style. And I also wore my black, broad belt which I
fastened very tightly round my waist to emphasize my curves. What I
didn’t realize was that, by the time Jack would appear, my cunt was
going to be so wet that he would instantly see how wet my shorts had
become at my cunt and that he would also be able to smell that I was
highly excited. In fact this was exactly what happened.

Unbeknown
to me, what was about to happen was being recorded on Jack’s video
camera, which he had hidden in a corner of the kitchen, pointed
towards our kitchen coffee bar. And, unbeknown to me, Jack had had a
second conversation about his intention to seduce me, or rather fuck
me, with Dan, my husband. Jack had put on a wager with his Dad. If
Jack won, Dan was to allow Jack to spend a whole week here in the
house alone with me. Dan was to leave the house for a week, go on a
business trip and leave Jack with full access to me to do anything he
wanted with me, or to me. And Dan had immediately agreed to this.
The wager was that if, on Sunday morning, I walked into our bedroom
naked and with Jack’s cum on my face and dripping from my cunt,
then Jack had won the bet. If Jack lost, meaning if I did not appear
naked in our bedroom and covered in the boy’s sperm then he had to
stop feeling me up at every opportunity and humiliating me all the
time.

Jack
appeared in the kitchen where I was sitting having a coffee. My
vagina was soaking wet, wetter than it had been for a long time. My
blue shorts had a big wet patch at my crotch and I could strongly
smell my own odor, as I was sure Jack also could. And my heart was
beating fast. And my heartbeat got even faster when I saw Jack was
holding the dog collar and leash which I had seen hanging in the
hallway a few weeks ago. My pussy spasmed as I saw him carrying the
leather collar and leash. I just knew they were for me. My god, he
really was going to collar me. I was right about the dog collar and
leash. They are for me. I trembled uncontrollably at the
realization of this. I could hardly stand. My legs were shaking. I
remembered while I was cleaning Jack’s room I saw some Japanese
magazines of nude women in very vulgar poses. The photos were of
Asian women being treated as dogs, crawling, begging, and eating from
dog bowls. They were beaten, whipped, put into various stress
position in cruel torment, pilloried, stretched on rack, hanging
upside down, hogtied, etc. All those Asian women wore dog collars.
In one picture the woman held the leash out as if offering it to her
owner, her Master. The very same night in bed I had fantasized about
the collar and leash. Somehow I knew that they were intended for me,
and in the safety of my bed I fingered myself to a powerful orgasm as
the thoughts washed over me that Jack really did intend to collar me.

In
the kitchen Jack casually poured himself a coffee and sat across from
me at our coffee bar.

“Good
morning, Chink. How are you today?” Chink has been the nickname
Jack had given to me ever since I married his father. “Mmmm. You
look and smell good. I can tell from how the smell that you are
excited. That’s good. I like that.”

He
nonchalantly placed the black leather collar and leash in front of
me, right beside my cup of coffee, smiling from ear to ear as he did.
He positioned the collar and leash in such a way as to make it
absolutely clear to me that they were for me.

Before
I had a chance to say anything, he continued: “You look so lovely,
Chink. You are very sexy for a gook. My dad is a lucky guy to have a
lovely Asian wife like you. Do you know how difficult it is for me
to look at you? I get an instant hard-on just looking at that piece
of chink cunt of yours. Look at my crotch, sexy chink. You see, my
hard-on is very visible. Chink, I need to squeeze and tug and
torture those big ripe yellow melons; I need to ream your pussy and
ass with my big cock.”

I
knew my face was deep red. I was secretly really delighted that he
was telling me these horny things, but also highly embarrassed. I
was shaking with anticipation and raw excitement. Since I had met
him those four years ago, he had made many dirty, smutty comments
about me in moments when he was alone in the house with me, and
sometimes even insulting me, humiliating me in front of his dad,
which both males seemed to enjoy immensely. But Jack had never been
this blatant with me before. Obviously it had been important for
Jack to get his father’s permission to fuck me. This clearly
excited Jack a lot.

“Chink,
a white man like me has a really high sex drive. You might not be
familiar with this since you are used to tiny chink boys who have
very low sexual drives, but white males like me and my dad are real
men with large balls and higher testosterone level. See? My balls
are busting right now. My balls are full of hot manjam. And looking
at a ripe piece of yellow cunt like you makes it even worse. I need
relief, I need a fuck. I need to release my load into you. I am
going to fuck you, Chink. I need to spurt my fresh, hot white god
cum into your gook pussy. I need to empty my balls into you, chink
cow. I need to use you as my personal chink cum dump.”

I
couldn’t speak. My whole body was shaking. I just sat there and
looked at the big bulge in his shorts. I could not look at his face.
I knew my face was deep red with embarrassment.

To
my amazement, Jack just stood up and slipped his jockey shorts down,
revealing the most beautiful sight I have ever seen: his rampant,
throbbing, white cock. It was so big, even larger than his father’s,
much bigger and thicker. It stood to attention, proud and erect,
vibrant. It was so incredibly beautiful. There was precum leaking
from the beautiful cockhead. Jack arrogantly stroked his proud cock
right in front of me, only inches away from my face.

“Get
naked now, chink.” He told me. “And get your sweet lips on my
cock. Do it, now.” Jack’s voice changed at that moment. He
growled more than spoke. He snapped his fingers, as if to emphasize
his instruction, or rather his command. And of course I obeyed him.
How could I resist. I was of course his to do with as he wished. I
had no choice. After all, Jack’s father had agreed to this. Jack’s
father had agreed that Jack can have me as his asian cum dump. Jack
knew that and so did I. The dominant teenager had, so to speak,
permission from his Dad to use me, his asian step mom. I stripped
quickly and squatted and took his wonderful cock into my mouth,
sucking greedily. It tasted wonderful. The precum was nectar to me.
I lovingly sucked and licked and worshipped his lovely manhood. Jack
started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth, fucking my face,
gripping my head and pushing my head onto his manhood, going deeper
and deeper into my throat each time. He moaned loudly. Suddenly he
drew his cock away from me, turned round and presented his ass to me.
It was clear what I had to do. I started to lick his anus. Jack
moaned loudly again. And again he reached for my head, this time
pushing it towards his rosebud. My tongue found his manly hole and I
sucked and licked vigorously, as expected. I tongued his ass lovingly
and lustfully for what seemed like ages. I was in heaven. His smell
and taste were intoxicating to me. I am his now. I knew and
understood this.

Jack
pulled me up roughly by my hair, pushing me onto the dining table,
grunting and mocking me. “OK, now take the biggest cock of your
life up your hot chink cunt.”

Jack
fucked me hard, taking his youthful rage out on my willing body.
Jack reamed my cunt harder than I have ever experienced before in my
life. Jack fucked me so hard, pumping in and out like a wild man.
It felt wonderful. He growled loudly like a bear, suddenly spurting
his full load into me, his hot white cum flooding into me. Jack
grinned looking into my eyes, then did something I really didn’t
expect. He grunted, clearing his throat and then he spat right in my
face. Then he slapped my face, hard. I don’t remember how many
times he had slapped me on the face. It hurt. Jack slid out of me,
laughing. He got up, ordering me to squat in front of him again. He
was hard again, to my amazement, and he commenced to fuck my face
again, this time with a vengeance, as if my mouth was just a wet
cunt. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back and
forth on his rampant cock. He was wild with excitement and youthful
energy. Amazingly, Jack spurted again, grunting really loudly,
another explosion of cum, this time partly down my throat and partly
over my face and hair.

“Stay
squatting, Chink. I will be back soon.” Jack was gone only a few
minutes. I did not move, remaining in a squatting position. I also
did not dare to try to do anything about his lovely cum covering my
face.

Jack
returned with his digital camera and told me to smile for the camera.
He took a lot of pictures of me, some very close to my cum covered
face. Then he simply said “stay” and went to collect something.
I didn’t move from the spot. Jack put the camera on the chair and
grabbed the collar and leash laying on the coffee counter. He put
the collar on me and clipped the leash to it. He ordered me to hold
the leash in a pose as if I am handing it to him, from my squatting
position. I hoped my hair didn’t look too messy. Then Jack took a
lot more pictures before he told me to get up.

“OK,
chink. Here’s what I want you to do now.” He said I had to take
to my husband his morning coffee upstairs to his bedroom so that he
could see his son’s cum leaking out of my cunt and running down my
legs as well as splattered in big blobs on my face. Jack said that
this was a sign to his dad that he had taken ownership of me. I was
to learn very quickly what he meant by “taking ownership”.

“By
the way, don’t call my Dad by his first name any more. Don’t
call him Dan, call him only SIR from now on, at all times. And knock
on the bedroom door; don’t go in until dad gives his permission.
And don’t make eye contact with him, keep your eyes averted.”
Jack did not even ask me if I had an issue with any of this. He
simply assumed that I would follow his instruction.

I
become a dog to my White stepson.

I
walked to our bedroom, naked except for my stiletto heels, wearing my
dog collar and leash. My husband had obviously been informed by Jack
that this would happen. He stared at me in amazement when I walked
into our bedroom, after having knocked on the door to get permission
to go in. I walked over to our bed, carrying his breakfast tray. I
carefully avoided eye contact with my husband, and kept my head
bowed. I was completely naked. The bite and slap marks on my face
and tits could not be overlooked.

“What
happened here? Well, well, well, what a lad is my Jack. He is a
fast worker, my boy.” Dan, my husband, did not actually talk
directly to me. It was as if he was only thinking aloud, as if I
could not even hear him, or more to the point, as if he did not even
have to acknowledge me. Being humiliated in this way made me tremble
with sheer raw erotic excitement. Never before had Dan created such
a powerful erotic reaction in me. I realized again, in the surge of
raw humiliation and excitement, that this is exactly what I needed,
this is exactly how I adore being treated by white men. This is what
I crave, to be treated just as a piece of meat, a bitch, a slut. I
felt like I had become an object for him, a different creature than
his wife. I could not speak. I was dumbstruck. I put the coffee
tray down on the side table and made sure I did not have eye contact
with my husband. I could not look him in the eye. At that point,
Dan threw back the bed covers revealing that he was naked with a
strong erection. He jumped out of bed, stood in front of me.

“Squat
and suck my prick, bitch. Get started, now.”

I
had never heard Dan talk to me in that way. I heard myself say “Yes,
Sir.” It felt appropriate and right to say.

Dan
fucked my mouth with a vengeance. He pumped his stiff cock in and
out of my mouth, pushing it viciously down my throat in a way he had
never done before. And he quickly exploded, moaning loudly and
spurting his thick cum into my mouth and onto my face. I had never
in our married life experienced my husband like this before. I was
amazed. To be honest, I was highly delighted to have experienced his
sexual rage in this way. I knew I wanted more, much more.

My
husband’s new behavior was a huge erotic turn-on for me. I need to
be treated roughly, crudely by white men. I have never felt good
about being treated as a lady. I am not a lady. To be honest, I am a
submissive Asian woman and I know I need and crave domination at the
hands of strong white men who know what they deserve from a chink
slut like me. I need white men to simply use me. I have always been
intensely attracted to racist white men who treat me like dirt, who
have no respect for me. I adore this kind of treatment. And I
realized that my husband was now proving himself to be an expert at
treating me like a piece of shit. He was learning from his son, Jack.

Dan,
after spurting his load into my mouth and all over my face, simply
walked out of the room and into the bathroom in the hall, without
saying a word to me. I waited for him to come back into our bedroom.
He didn’t. I heard the familiar sound of the house door opening
downstairs and then a moment later Dan’s car driving away from our
house.

I
was still very light-headed and shaky after the events of the
morning. Here I was, naked in our bedroom, covered in cum which my
stepson and my husband had spurted into me and onto me. Jack’s cum
was still oozing out of my cunt and I had smears of it on my face as
well as the lovely sperm on my face deposited there by Jack’s
father. And I was still highly excited. I started to rub my clit
and with my other hand, fed myself the lovely sperm, scooping up the
globs in my hand and eating it. I came violently, collapsing on the
floor.

After
a few minutes I recovered. I wondered if Jack was still downstairs.
I decided not to dress, but simply stay in my stilettos. This was
probably what Jack would expect, and I didn’t want to upset him in
any way. So I didn’t wash, leaving the remains of the cum on my
body.

When
I went back downstairs I immediately found a letter from Dan which
was addressed to me, which was lying at the inside of our front house
door. When I read Dan’s letter I was dumbstruck.

“My
dear Chink,

“I
left this morning on a business trip for a week, just shortly after
our fun in the bedroom this morning, which I thoroughly enjoyed. You
can look forward to more of this on my return.

“On
my return I will be examining the progress Jack makes with you. Be a
good girl and respect his authority. Comply fully with all his
demands. It is very important that my son is happy and content in
his new relationship to you. And I know you are capable in every way
of accommodating young Jack and his healthy attitude and towards you.

“I
know you will accept your new status with grace and develop well in
the new situation my son is creating for you. Be aware that Jack and
I have discussed fully and agreed with every detail of what he will
do with you in the next seven days. I know what Jack will do to you
and I approve fully. I am absolutely delighted with his plans for
you. I am very, very proud of my son Jack.

“My
good friend Dr. Kaufman has agreed to write a note for your boss at
the office, excusing you from going to work the whole of the coming
week. He will give the note to Jack tomorrow to send to your boss.

“I
want this to happen. Jack will transform you. Again I stress, my
son has my full approval to do anything he wants with you. Just do
as you are ordered. Jack’s happiness and pleasure is your top
priority.

“Sincerely
yours,

Dan.”

I
heard Jack calling me from the kitchen. “Chink, get your fucking
ass over here immediately.”

I
obeyed, running to the kitchen. He was still naked, stroking his
proud manhood. Snapping his fingers, Jack ordered me to bend over
the kitchen table, face down. I knew what was coming. As soon as I
was in position, I felt the head of Jack’s lovely manhood at my ass
cheeks. He penetrated me anally, quickly, and painfully. He simply
ignored my whimpering. He reamed my virginal asshole viciously with
his big, rampant white cock. He took his youthful rage out on me,
pounding at me like a machine once again. At the same time he slapped
my ass cheeks brutally, in rhythm with his plunging in and out of my
hole. I started to object, shouting, wishing him to stop, in abject
despair of pain and humiliation. But he only pounded at me even
harder.

“Don’t
talk. I do not allow you to talk. You are only allowed to bark and
whine, just like a dog. Because as of now, you are a dog, you are my
pet dog and my pet dog doesn’t speak.”

I
felt my face burning. I must have been deep red with shame and
humiliation. I could not believe what Jack was saying to me. My
stomach was churning and my head was swimming as I started to
comprehend his words.

“Bark,
doggy, bark.” He continued to ream my ass, shouting loudly at me,
ordering me to bark like a dog. I did. I started to bark and bark
and bark. Jack came again,in an explosion. This time he did not pull
out. His big cock stayed in my asshole.

Then
Jack started to speak very slowly, his whole body on top of me,
crushing me. He spoke into my right ear: “As long as you are in
this house, you will obey me completely. As of this moment, you are
not allowed to speak. You are allowed to write questions to me,
which I may or may not give you an answer to. My father knows what I
am doing to you. He knows and he fully approves of all that I will
do to you. In fact he is very pleased that I am transforming you
into a dog. He knows as well as I do that you are much better suited
to being my pet than to being his wife. You are not his wife
anymore. He’s divorcing you. He’s got his lawyer preparing the
divorce papers now. I will be taking my rightful ownership of you.
You are my property. I am not asking you to agree, I am telling you
that you have no choice. Otherwise you can leave now. In fact,
let’s just make it very simple for you, doggy. Either bark your
agreement of my ownership of you and acceptance that you are my pet
woman, my pet dog, squat at my feet and bark your acceptance of your
new life. Or, tell me to fuck off. Tell me to fuck of and go pack
your things and go back to China. You have two minutes to decide. No
questions, no talking, no discussion. Just decide on your future
now, doggy.” His mouth was still at my ear. He sounded so
powerful.

Jack
got up, pulling his cock out of my ass with an audible plop.

“Get
up, dog woman, stand up and face me.”

I
was trembling visibly. I could not return his gaze; I lowered my
head, looking at his throbbing white cock. It looked so magnificent.
Incredibly, it was erect again. Jack was obviously highly aroused.
I realized that Jack was so magnificent in the way he was handling
me, breaking me to his will, so to speak. I knew within my self that
he already was my Master.

“Squat
at my feet and bark your acceptance of your new life, dog.”

I
knew that I could not walk away from him and this new situation. Jack
started to stroke his wonderful cock again in front of my face. I
knew that I was now his—his property, or more specifically, his
dog. I couldn’t help myself. I dropped down to a squatting
position and started to bark. I barked my acceptance of my new
status. At the realization of my new subhuman status, the most
incredibly violent orgasm erupted in my cunt. I gasped for breath,
unable to bark, shuddering at the feet of my Master.

Clearly
that was the moment I became a dog. My transformation had begun. My
transformation from being a married Asian wife with a very
comfortable lifestyle into becoming a subhuman animal, a pet dog, had
started.

“Good
dog, good dog.” Jack patted my head. “Now listen, I will say this
only once: Never attempt to speak again, bitch. If you ever speak as
of now, you will be put to death, immediately.“

That
was how it started, my life as a dog.

My
transformation happened rapidly after that event. Jack became my
owner, Dan divorced me but Jack allowed him access to me as a dog.

Jack’s
ability to mold me was incredible. I was totally unable to resist.
I could not have gotten away in that moment. He had me trapped in
his sheer power. His domination of me was breathtaking. I knew I
wanted it. I had been craving this for a long time. I could not
resist Jack. He was totally in control of me.

That
evening, as I lay there on the floor at the foot of Jack’s bed, as
his dog, I realized that in many ways Jack had been prepping me for
this since I had gotten married to his father. It became clear to me
that Jack had been manipulating both Dan and me in this direction
over the past four years. And his plan had worked well.

Jack
had come a long way from the times he would fondle me when he would
be feeling me up at every opportunity. Jack had been allowed by his
father to access me each time he visited me from his boarding school.
And he had taken full advantage of this. Over time he had become
more blatant in his treatment of me, almost raping me on several
occasions. One time, at Jack’s birthday party, I had made the
mistake of letting him French-kissing me. In fact I had enjoyed it
immensely, but the teenager was kissing me frantically and before I
knew it he had my black panties pulled down and three of his fingers
in my soaking pussy. Then he had made me suck him off, as his
birthday present, he had said.

And
now Jack is my master. And I am his obedient dog.

Obviously
Dan had not only agreed to this, but actually encouraged Jack to
“transform” me, as Dan put it. And for myself, over the four
year period since I had known Jack, I had become more and more
addicted to his touch, to his way of humiliating me and to his
domination of me. I secretly adored his visits and his rough way of
dealing with me. I always felt very alive and vibrant when Jack
visited. And I always missed him terribly when he left. And over
the last year or so I had been fantasizing more and more about Jack,
fantasizing about him brutally dominating me, using me, and abusing
me.

I
lay there on the floor at the foot of the bed waiting for Jack. Jack
had led me upstairs by my dog leash after our intensive session in
the kitchen. He had made me his pet animal. I had to crawl on my
hands and knees behind him, barking. He had told me to keep barking
until he allowed me to stop. Only as we got to his room and he told
me to lie on the floor and wait for him was I allowed to stop
barking. “Stay”, Jack said, and went for a shower.

My
husband is delighted

Dan
came home on Sunday morning. I had been Jack’s dog now for just
over a week. Last Saturday I had been transformed forever into a
dog. And Jack, my Master, had trained his dog intensively during the
past week. I now had gotten comfortable with never being allowed to
speak. I had become much better at barking and whining, eating and
drinking from my dog bowls on the floor. I was only allowed to sleep
on the floor at the foot of Jack’s bed. He always snapped his
fingers in the morning when he wanted to use me. I had to jump up
onto the bed and dutifully lick his face to show my joy at being with
my Master. I had done this every morning and I noticed in a perverse
way that I really enjoyed this ritual. I licked my Masters face
obediently, cleaning his nose, his nostrils, his lips with my doggy
tongue. I have to admit, I am really enjoying Jack’s artful
mastery of me, his total control of me, and his magnificent power
over me. And every morning licking Jack’s face obediently was
followed by sucking his lovely big cock, being allowed to receive his
first load of hot sperm down my accommodating and greedy throat.

So
when Dan, Jack’s father and my ex-hubby, returned home on the
following Saturday afternoon, the first thing he was greeted by was
his son’s pet dog, naked, barking and on all fours, wearing its
collar and leash.

Two
years later

I
have now been a dog for two years. My owner Jack and his new
girlfriend Janie Wong have created a business of renting me out to
businessmen who are into perverse abuse of petgirls with other
animals. They make a lot of money from this. They have me
advertised in an internet forum, stating that I can be rented for
training and abuse.

To
be continued …

Chapter
2 They took me to Dan’s partner’s farm. He has five horses and
three rotties.